Unemployed Family? Hidden Tycoons Dote On Her novel Chapter 586

"Life hasn't exactly been fair to me, but that's still a human life we're talking about. If I'd actually been the reason she died..." Naomi mumbled under her breath, a dull ache settling in her chest.

But if Arabella was still in the picture, then what about Matthew?

Everyone had seen how Matthew completely lost his composure over Arabella earlier. He'd even thrown himself into harm's way to pull her to safety.

Just thinking about it sent a sharp, twisting pain through Naomi's heart. Had she really missed her shot?

She just couldn't bring herself to accept that.

Clenching her jaw, she headed down the hall to Matthew's room.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Who is it?" Matthew's voice came from inside, flat and uninterested.

Naomi drew in a steadying breath, softening her tone. "It's me. Just wanted to check on you, see how you're holding up."

"Not necessary," came the curt reply.

"You should really get looked at properly. I'd feel terrible otherwise. I never meant to cause any trouble for you and Arabella," she added, layering her words with apology.

Silence from the other side of the door.

Naomi was about to knock again when the door swung open.

Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of Arabella. "Oh, Arabella, you're here too."

"Just stopped by to check on Mr. Stewart. His injuries have been taken care of. He should be fine," Arabella said evenly before brushing past her, heading back toward her own room.

"You're hurt?" Naomi stepped inside, her face etched with concern.

But her steps faltered as she caught Matthew in the middle of pulling on his shirt, his fingers quickly fastening the buttons.

Her expression froze. The words tumbled out before she could stop them. "You two...?"

"I'm fine. No need for a check-up," Matthew stated, his gaze turning distant and unreadable.

Naomi collected herself, lowering her voice. "I really am sorry about all of this. And I was worried... about both of you. I'm glad it wasn't worse."

"Yeah," was all Matthew offered. "If that's all, you should probably head back."

Naomi bit down on her lower lip. She lingered, hesitating in the doorway.

Matthew's brow furrowed slightly. "Was there something else?"

After a long internal struggle, she finally asked, "Why didn't you tell anyone you were hurt? Why only Arabella?"

It wasn't like an injury was some big secret, right?

"She noticed on her own," Matthew explained—a rare gesture for him. "She is a doctor, after all."

"Is that really all she is to you? Just a doctor?" Naomi pressed, her expression troubled.

His explanation felt off to her somehow.

Why did he have to emphasize that she was a doctor?

It sounded almost like he was deliberately putting up a boundary. But why would they need to do that?

If it was to spare her feelings... Naomi stole a quick glance at Matthew's impassive face and immediately dismissed the idea.

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